"If Money Didn’t Matter: Three Jobs I’d Gleefully Pursue (Spoiler: None Involve Physics Equations!)"
What if we lived in a world where money wasn’t the be-all and end-all? A world where "career" wasn’t tied to monthly paychecks, tax returns, or the anxiety-inducing reminder to renew your LinkedIn Premium. Imagine that! I often find myself daydreaming about this utopia, where passion takes precedence over practicality. If financial concerns flew out of the window (along with Excel sheets and bank alerts), here are three jobs I’d eagerly pursue. And no, none of them involve solving physics problems!
1. Professional Tea-Taster with Philosophical Musings on the Side
Who wouldn’t want to sip tea for a living? But for me, it wouldn’t just be about savouring the finest Darjeeling or Assam blends. No, I’d make it a deeply intellectual experience. I’d offer an insightful quote or philosophical reflection with each cup I tasted, elevating the humble act of tea-sipping to something akin to spiritual enlightenment. Imagine me, sitting under a Banyan tree with a cup of Earl Grey, whispering to an audience (real or imagined), “This tea leaf, like the fabric of our existence, unfurls slowly in the warmth of life’s brew…ah, yes, and it pairs nicely with shortbread.” I’d charge nothing for this service, except, of course, a steady supply of more tea.
In a way, this job would let me merge two of my favourite things: intellectual thought and the blissful act of doing absolutely nothing except drinking tea. If only Keats had written an ode to chai!
2. Stand-up Comedian Who Dabbles in Mythology and History
Here’s the plan: take the stage, crack some jokes, then slowly weave in historical anecdotes and mythological stories. Can’t you just picture it? “So, ..... walk into a bar…” The blend of humour and history would be irresistible! And, let’s be honest, our epics and historical chronicles are brimming with situations ripe for comedic gold.
For instance, if you’ve ever wondered why Ashur was so angry, just think about all those arms and heads. How would you even scratch your nose without causing an existential crisis? It would be like living inside a perpetually malfunctioning GPS: "No, right hand, I meant left. Ah, forget it!" Add in some historical bloopers, like when Napoleon tried to invade Russia without checking the weather app—pure comedy!
Of course, I’d throw in intellectual zingers too. Imagine an audience giggling about Schrodinger’s cat while simultaneously pondering the Mahabharata’s moral dilemmas. Intellectual comedy, my friends. Let’s make laughter cerebral again.
3. Music Curator for the Soul: The Mukesh Meets Jim Reeves Therapy Center
Now, here’s where things get personal. Given my undying love for music, particularly Mukesh’s melancholic melodies and the soothing drawl of Jim Reeves, I’d start a music therapy center. But not your run-of-the-mill spa music with whale sounds or Gregorian chants. No, no—this would be a curated experience.
Are you feeling heartbroken? Mukesh’s “Kahin Door Jab Din Dhal Jaaye” will provide the perfect backdrop as you sip on a soothing cup of herbal tea (of course, from my tea-tasting gig!). Stressed from work? Jim Reeves crooning “Welcome to My World” would fix that. A twist of Bhajans and classical ragas for some spiritual upliftment, and voilà—every visitor leaves the center with a lighter heart, a clearer mind, and an inexplicable urge to hum old Hindi songs.
Plus, I’d throw in harmonium performances, live concerts, and personalized playlists to fit each person’s mood. Music, after all, has been my lifelong companion. Why not share that joy with others, free of charge, except for the occasional request to sing along?
Wrapping it Up
In this dream world where financial worries are as obsolete as floppy disks, I’d trade consulting gigs and administrative meetings for tea, mythology-infused comedy, and the soothing strains of Mukesh and Jim Reeves. While some may scoff at the impracticality of such jobs, I’d argue that true happiness often lies not in practicality but in passion.
And maybe, just maybe, sipping tea and cracking historical jokes under the sky will provide the best returns of all—those of the soul.
If money didn’t matter, that’s where you’d find me.
